C o m p a s s _ R o s e

<sub>saying hello to the compass rose
sending regards to the northern star
navigation of cetacean brain
and of this hopelessly human heart
the warmest of swift currents
bearing me across sea and sky
broadcast tower and lighthouse both
radio signal and satellite

you are the wind that whistles in space
and turns up the collar of my overcoat
you are the song on this poor sailor's lips
and it is your voice that guides me home.</sub>

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Two years at university gave me typography, philosophy, grids, and a ton of leftover paper cuttings from bookmaking. They also gave me identities: one I didn't know about and one I knew all along.

This is about that, and especially about the jaybird who never once flew from my shoulder, who saw me through the worst, and who meets me always between reality and dreams.


Acrylics and crazy, crazy paper.

/longest descrip ever